Emile Pinet Poet Rhyme

Dog Days Of Summer

The sun is buffed to a shine:
and songbirds still sweetly sing.
But the dog days of Summer:
are on a steady decline.

Leaves maintain a shade of green:
and roses are in full bloom.
Yet, as temperatures drop:
Nature starts changing the scene.

The crops ripen in the field:
Fall harvest's fast approaching.
And though ever so subtly:
signs of Autumn are revealed.

There's a chill in the night air:
Summer's slipping away fast.
And daylight hours are shrinking:
though it all seems so unfair.

Wild geese honking overhead:
have begun to migrate south.
And squirrels stop eating nuts;
burying their hoard instead.

Tinted leaves will shortly fall:
to be scattered by the wind,
And when Autumn colors fade:
Winter's white will blanket all.

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